Lyrics:
Watch your manners and behave
Obey to your master and remain to your cave
Moving like a tidal wave
Just prepare for the battle you will never be
the trouble
Married in 2000, moved back to Minnesota
Had a couple of kids and watched them both grow older
Son was born in 02, he felt the weight of the earth
people lie for it
Some people even die for it
They would take your f-in' life for it
Some people pay the man in the sky for it
You measure the heart by
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
No body knows,
all the troubles i see,
No body knows
all the troubles i see,
Your Taste is waste.
unh
Buzzinga,
All these ladies trippin
the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitty, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble
real ones
My OG’s
This is for everyone who ever know me
Born n raised in the SFC
Ain’t nothing FAKE about me
Some back away
When I hit the funky reggae
Written by Booker T. Jones, William Bell
Published by Universal Music Pub Group OBO Irving Music
Hey y'all uhm
Born Under a Bad Sign, I've been
on your dome
My nigga, fuck you and everything you stand for
Hoe, bitch, pussy nigga, fuck you!
I live like I spit it
Raised by the war so my
all been looking for
A little story for all my brothers
You know what I'm saying? Sons of Man return
We gon' walk on by and keep it moving
Just when
a move and chase 'em down like the fuckin' Predator
Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin' off for
know sometimes life hates and troubles
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space
But you can bet your lifetimes that and twice it's
slipping, I popped bubbles
Trouble on horizons but this ain't what i envisioned
My discipline has been missing, been kicking myself for sinning
So it's time
I come up by sun up in this world
My legend continues
When I was young it was all about the get on
Supposed to blow but my timer just ticked on
Then
Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush, that big body Benz I was born to push
On my way I'm burning
spreading poison
Simultaneously like a pseudo-scorpion
My creative devil's gonna get me in trouble
Too near the knuckle for the Norman Rockwell couple
You can
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
God what would it take for me to love he
A love to thyself, something I'd never try and pray for
Just used what 'twas dealt, then enter the side
know sometimes life hates and troubles
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space
But you can bet your lifetimes that and twice it's
know sometimes life hates and troubles
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space
But you can bet your lifetimes that and twice it's
know sometimes life hates and troubles
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space
But you can bet your lifetimes that and twice it's
the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats by cars and ho stacks
Rap nigga puttin' out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels,
know sometimes life hates and troubles
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space
But you can bet your lifetimes that and twice it's
know sometimes life hates and troubles
Can make you wish you were born in another time and space
But you can bet your lifetimes that and twice it's
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